My dear beautiful readers, we have spoken of my love for theater. My insatiable, unhealthy love for the world of performing arts, yes, I believe we spoke of such. (For those who are not theatrically inclined, I will not judge if you close out of this blog and go look up videos of cats on Youtube instead. I like cats.)
Well this past week I decided to audition for a nine person show at my (relatively new) school. So did 120 others...so naturally, I'm freaking out, how am I gonna do this? After taking multiple deep breaths, I decided on a monologue I already semi-remembered and had already used as an audition piece.
I began my D-day (audition day) like any other day, tell myself to not worry and move on, and for a time it works. Then as the day progresses, that advice loses it's charm and my stress snowballs. The school bell rings, I'm tapping my foot, drumming my fingers, it's like I've had 4 Red Bulls. Nope, just bout to audition.
I go to an area where it seems many theatrical folks are about to audition. I begin fill out a form and have a pang of homesickness. I miss my theater family... What accent can you perform? Southern. Any special talents? Southern charm. And I can make sweet tea as well.
Turn in the form, I have a good twenty minutes before my appointment. Meandering, I hear people laughing in a room that looks disorganized enough to be a theater classroom. Here goes nothing... I walk in; someone's performing their monologue. I hang back. Once noticed, I say hi, give my name. They ask me to do my monologue which I have NOT practiced. Here goes nothing AGAIN...sure...
My fingers are tingling, my foot itches to tap again. First impressions are important, and I wanted to impress these strangers. I perform. Surprisingly, they laugh (it is a funny monologue). And surprisingly, I did a good job. One says it's the best they've seen. I blush, been awhile since I heard that. Well, it's time to step up to the plate and batter up chica, so go do what you only do best.
My audition time.I walk up to the stage where a bright spotlight is shining. My heart is working overtime like it's boss is over its shoulder. Just walk up the steps, stare into the blinding light. And for a moment, I am home. Then I say my slate and begin my monologue.
It's a beautiful experience when for the first time in an audition, you semi-confidently speak your piece with eloquence and during the entire monologue you're thinking, 'Wow, I'm doing a good job.' The director laughs at the right parts, my confidence builds. Once I'm finished he says, "Hey can you do this more of an inner rage version than passive aggressive?" You betcha. After the first couple lines, I kinda just went improv. And he laughs again. He asks a few more questions, I answer them as wittingly as possible and leave.
Afterwards, I feel surreal. I am so pleased with myself. I realize, I don't even care if I make it into the show (which is good cause I didn't) I was so proud of what I did.
So yeah..I got callbacks, one out of 36 and did a couple cold reading skits, which was fun. One required me meditating, and since I've never meditated, I just pulled a meditating pose and sang the first part of the Lion King. (The Nawn NaPHWEN YA lalaleelosoPA bit.) Only the front row could hear me, and they were cracking up, which made everyone think they were weird cause they had no clue what was so funny about my serious meditation.
So yeah...didn't make the cut, but I still enjoyed myself.
Video of the Day:
I began my D-day (audition day) like any other day, tell myself to not worry and move on, and for a time it works. Then as the day progresses, that advice loses it's charm and my stress snowballs. The school bell rings, I'm tapping my foot, drumming my fingers, it's like I've had 4 Red Bulls. Nope, just bout to audition.
I go to an area where it seems many theatrical folks are about to audition. I begin fill out a form and have a pang of homesickness. I miss my theater family... What accent can you perform? Southern. Any special talents? Southern charm. And I can make sweet tea as well.
Turn in the form, I have a good twenty minutes before my appointment. Meandering, I hear people laughing in a room that looks disorganized enough to be a theater classroom. Here goes nothing... I walk in; someone's performing their monologue. I hang back. Once noticed, I say hi, give my name. They ask me to do my monologue which I have NOT practiced. Here goes nothing AGAIN...sure...
My fingers are tingling, my foot itches to tap again. First impressions are important, and I wanted to impress these strangers. I perform. Surprisingly, they laugh (it is a funny monologue). And surprisingly, I did a good job. One says it's the best they've seen. I blush, been awhile since I heard that. Well, it's time to step up to the plate and batter up chica, so go do what you only do best.
My audition time.I walk up to the stage where a bright spotlight is shining. My heart is working overtime like it's boss is over its shoulder. Just walk up the steps, stare into the blinding light. And for a moment, I am home. Then I say my slate and begin my monologue.
It's a beautiful experience when for the first time in an audition, you semi-confidently speak your piece with eloquence and during the entire monologue you're thinking, 'Wow, I'm doing a good job.' The director laughs at the right parts, my confidence builds. Once I'm finished he says, "Hey can you do this more of an inner rage version than passive aggressive?" You betcha. After the first couple lines, I kinda just went improv. And he laughs again. He asks a few more questions, I answer them as wittingly as possible and leave.
Afterwards, I feel surreal. I am so pleased with myself. I realize, I don't even care if I make it into the show (which is good cause I didn't) I was so proud of what I did.
So yeah..I got callbacks, one out of 36 and did a couple cold reading skits, which was fun. One required me meditating, and since I've never meditated, I just pulled a meditating pose and sang the first part of the Lion King. (The Nawn NaPHWEN YA lalaleelosoPA bit.) Only the front row could hear me, and they were cracking up, which made everyone think they were weird cause they had no clue what was so funny about my serious meditation.
So yeah...didn't make the cut, but I still enjoyed myself.
Video of the Day:
A reward for those who read all of this instead of skipping to cat vids.
Shoutout of the Day: I was feeling a wee bit self conscious after callbacks, wandering how I did and such, and two people took time out of their day to tell me I did a really good job. And that made my day. So thanks guys. :)
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin
Cailin
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